vated all who came in contact with him, had a great effect upon the natives of Samoa. Their simplicity, picturesque- ness and fidelity strongly attracted him. and a bond of affection was welded between them which was only broken by death. Among them he was familiarly known as Tusi Tala, the ' teller of tales.5 He took an active part in local politics. His sense of justice, which had once before flamed out in passionate indignation against the wretched maligner of Father Damieii, was keenly aroused by the conduct of two German officials, Mr. Cedercrantz and Baron Senfft, and his letters to The Times on their misdeeds led to their subsequent removal.1 One of his last undertakings was the unfinished novel, Weir of Her- miston, a tragic story of the Scottish border, which shows all the signs of the return of his old power. The end came unexpectedly, though Mrs. Stevenson confesses to have been haunted by a strange foreboding of approaching ill. Stevenson's health had lately shown a marked improvement, and one day in December 1894, he was sitting on the verandah,- apparently in the best of spirits, chatting gaily to his wife. Suddenly, putting both hands to his head, he exclaimed, * What's that ?' Then he asked quickly, ' Do I look strange ? ' and dropped senseless at her feet. He never spoke again. A blood- vessel had snapped in the busy, overtaxed brain. The same evening, the gallant spirit passed peacefully away He was only just forty-four. All night the old Mataa* chiefs and retainers for whom he had laboured watched ^ body, chanting songs and prayers, and covering with mats the Union Jack in which it had been wrg^Egd- >* day they bore him on their shoulders along the path which they had hewn through the dense tropical juiglę ^░ ^his last resting-place on a lofty peak of Mount Vog*- On Ms tomb was engraved the epitaph which he himself had written: Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie, Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will 1 A Footnote to History.